With the Connaught Rangers : $b in quarters, camp, and on leaveMaxwell, Edward Herbert
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With the Connaught Rangers : $b in quarters, camp, and on leave
Maxwell, Edward Herbert
Great Britain. Army. Regiment of Foot, 88th (Connaught Rangers); Soldiers -- Great Britain -- Biography
The heat was very great at Huttie, for we were in a hollow, where no
breeze seemed to reach us, and the mosquitoes were more annoying than
usual. I do not know what we should have done in the event of illness.
We had no medicine to speak of but quinine, which we found very useful,
for the servants constantly had fever, and the faith they had in the
mysterious white powder was implicit. Villagers and coolies used to
come to us to beg for a little, and we had to harden our hearts, and
give to those only who required it.
Medical science is in a very backward state in Cashmere. A surgeon we
met at one of the halting-places told us that he had been entreated
by the head man of the district to come and see his daughter, who
was suffering from a disease of the eye. Our friend went at once to
the house, and found the poor girl in a terrible state. A native
practitioner had taken out her eye, and, having stuffed up the place
with wool, had left Nature to complete a cure, aided by a cloud of
flies. The wretched girl was suffering agonies under this treatment,
the whole side of her face being a mass of inflammation. Dr. ----
trusted that the measures he had taken would save her life. As it
came on to rain in the night, our tents were wet in the morning, but
fortunately our other set of tents had been sent on the night before.
We had a long and fatiguing march up and down hill, through rice
fields, and over so-called bridges. The bridges consist of two stout
logs, roughly fastened together with planks, with no parapets, and
with gaps of several feet between, which made the crossing of a rapid
stream a service of real danger to the horses and of most questionable
pleasure to pedestrians.
After a tremendous climb we came to scenery which recalled home to
our memories. We were hundreds of feet above the Jhellum, whose voice
sounded faint and far in the depths below us. For some miles our
road lay through park land: fine trees waved overhead, ferns nestled
at their roots, and the grass glittered in the sunlight, each blade
weighed down by a drop of the last night’s storm. A pair of eagles were
teaching their young ones to fly; higher and higher they soared in the
blue sky, till our eyes ached watching them. The sun was high in the
heavens when we found ourselves at the barradurrie of Chikoti.
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